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Chapter 12 The Burrow
"Harry, before I leave for work tomorrow, I going to have to put the urine collection bag on you, you know that, right?"
"Yea, I know."
"I think that it would be a good idea to do that today before we go shopping. Sort of a trial run. Let's empty your bladder in the loo first, then I'll fit the bag to you."
They went to the loo and Ginny lowered his pants. Harry sat, took care of business while Ginny gathered the necessary items. She inserted his penis into a tube and fitted it snuggly around the base of his penis. She connected the tube to the top of the bag and strapped the bag to his leg.
"There now, that isn't so bad, is it?"
"So what do I do when I have to go?"
"Just go. The bag will collect your urine."
"But I will be out in public. Everyone will see me."
"Harry, nobody is going to know what you are doing. Don't worry about it. Come on, let's go. We have to be at the burrow by four."
Ginny helped Harry into the Jag, making sure that the bag stayed in place. "One thing Harry. It would probably be better when you go if you were standing up. I have heard that sometimes the bag will leak if you go while sitting."
"Great, so now you tell me. So where are we going shopping?"
"Well, we need mostly groceries, and I prefer the Muggle markets, so we are going to the Centre Point Market on Giles High in Soho They have everything, and their prices are reasonable. Hang on."
Ginny fired up the Jag and they were off. "You really like driving this, don't you?" Harry asked.
"Yea, I like it. I feel like I own the road."
"Tell you what, Gin. When I'm back to normal, you can have the Jag. I'll pickup something else."
"No, no Harry. I couldn't take your car away from you."
"Why not? After were married it will be yours anyway."
Ginny looked at him, mouth open, eyes bulging. "Harry, what did you just say? After we what?"
"I said, after we are married. Why, is it too soon to be thinking that way?"
"Well, at least you could have warned me, you know."
"Ok, so consider yourself warned."
Ginny laughed. "Ok, I am warned. But we have to talk about this later."
"Why? Don't you want to get married?"
"Yes Harry. But you could have picked a more romantic time to ask me?"
"Gin, What's more romantic than riding through London in a Jaguar."
"I can't believe you, Harry. Good gods, what am I getting myself into?"
They had fun shopping, laughing at everything. Harry kept taking things off the shelves, when he could manage it, and tossed them into the cart. And when he wasn't looking, Ginny would slyly put the item back. They spent almost two hours going up and down the isles. Harry could only push the cart with his body, he couldn't steer it very well.
A young boy was watching him, confused about where Harry's hands and arms were. When he got up the courage, he went up the Harry and asked his where his hands were. The boy's mother was mortified. She yelled at the boy and apologized profusely. Harry stopped her and told her that it was ok. He called the boy over and knelt down, showing him his hands in the casts, telling him how they were injured in an accident.
"Are they going to get better?" the boy asked.
"Yes," answered Harry. "In a few weeks, the doctors will remove the casts and I will be fine."
"Can I touch them?" the boy asked.
"Sure." Harry held out his arms while the boy ran his hands ever the casts.
Satisfied, the boy accepted Harry's explanation, and happily went on his way.
Ginny watched all this from a distance. A huge smile formed on her face.
They finished their shopping and checked out. Ginny paid with Harry's Muggle credit card. A young bagger followed them to the Jag and helped Ginny load their purchases into the boot. And they were off to the Burrow.
"Harry," Ginny said as they drove through London. "I watched you with that young boy today. I was very impressed by the way you handled it."
"Well, I was a young boy once. I remember what it was like to be curious and to have some adult tell me to mind my own business."
"Your going to be a great father, Harry. Do you want children?"
"Having a family has always been a dream of mine, Gin. A wife who loves me and is willing to put up with my crazy idiosyncrasies. A nice home, lots of land, and kids running all over the place. That has always been my dream."
"How many kids do you want Harry?"
"As many as you are willing to give me, Gin."
"Harry, stop that. I haven't said that I am going to marry you. Merlins sake Harry, we've only known each other for a couple of months. We haven't even dated yet."
"I have faith, Gin. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the minute I saw you. It's Kismet, Gin. We were destined for each other."
"Harry, you really are out of your mind, you know that. I wish that you would stop saying that we are going to get married. And before you say another word, don't ask me now."
"Ok, so when can I ask you?"
"Harry, that's putting a lot of pressure on me."
"Ok, I won't bring it up again if you will tell me one thing. When can I ask you?"
"When all this is over. When you are back to normal and things have settled down, then you can ask me. You know that I will probably say yes, don't you?
"I can only dream Gin. I can only dream."
Ginny pulled the Jag up to the landing just outside the Burrow's front door. They were seen approaching slowly along the dirt road. A mob or red heads descended upon them as they stepped out of the Jag, but instead of giving greetings, they went agog over the car.
"Wow, Gin, where did you find this beauty?"
"Oh, someone nice gave it to me," she said, smiling at Harry. "Now when you all stop being so impolite, I will introduce you to my friend."
Introductions slipped by quickly. Red heads, wives, children, Harry thought that he will never remember all their names. He had previously meet some of them, but didn't really remember them. Inside the house, things went on so quickly that Harry couldn't keep up. Everyone wanted to hold his attention as they asked him a million questions. Where were you born? Where did you go to school? How did you kill Voldemort? How did you meet Ginny? Are you and she an item? How did you get injured? Each question was asked before the last was answered. Harry's head was spinning.
Finally Molly stepped in and broke up the circus. "Harry dear, come into kitchen and have a drink. The rest of you, outside, now."
"I'm sorry Harry, they can be pretty inundating sometimes. I thought that you might like to talk to Arthur about your door problem."
"Yes. Well, Mister Weasley, I.."
"Please Harry. Call me Arthur.
"Thank you sir, my honor."
Harry described his door latch problem, and Arthur described his solution to his similar problem. They agreed that when he had the time, Arthur would stop over and see what he could do.
"Now Harry, if you don't mind, or even if you do mind, I have to talk to you about my daughter. She is our only daughter, and we, all of us, tend to be very protective of her. I hope you understand that."
"Yes sir, I do. Perfectly."
"Good. Now Harry, I understand that Ginny is living with you now. I can't say that I approve of that, but she is an adult, and has the right to live wherever she chooses. I understand her reasoning, that you need help simply surviving day to day. But living together can introduce some serious problems. Molly says that she has her own room. Is that correct?"
"Yes sir, it is."
"Now Harry, I'm sure that you are a fine young man. We all know what you did to save our world, and believe me, we could never pay you back for the sacrifices you had to make. But Harry, your reputation with women is a very frightening thing for the father of the girl you are living with. May I ask, what exactly are your intentions towards Ginny?"
"Yes, you may ask. And I can tell you that my intentions are more than honorable. She is the finest young woman I have ever known. She is smart beyond words. She is dedicated to her profession. She has very high moral standards. She is witty, feisty, hard headed yet flexible, and very independent. She knows what she wants, and she goes after it. And Merlin help anyone who gets in her way or crosses her. A woman as fine as your daughter can only be a tribute to those who raised her. Without question, she is the most astounding person I have ever met. And, for the record, I don't intend to lose her."
"Thank you for that Harry. Again if I may ask, have you two discussed marriage?"
"We have discussed the fact that it is way to soon for us to discuss marriage, or anything leading up to marriage."
'Well Harry, we appreciate your candor, and we thank you. Now, you know that you are going to have to face her brothers."
"Yes, and I look forward to it sir."
Dinner was served, and it was like a banquet. Ginny sat next to Harry, naturally, since she had to feed him. They all watch surreptitiously, having never seen a grown man being fed like that before. But Harry didn't mind. He understood, and even made jokes about it.
After dinner and before desert, the brothers rounded on Harry, asking him to 'take a little walk with them'. He knew what was coming. He had already planned his strategy. No reason to be respectful and polite as he was with her parents. Harry was ready for a fight.
"Ok now Harry, We just have a few questions for you."
"Yea, I can just imagine."
"We know your reputation, Harry."
"And truthfully, we don't think that you should see our little sister anymore."
"Well truthfully boys, I could care less what you think," responded Harry.
"Now Harry, you know that we only have her best interests at heart."
"No boys, you have no clue what her best interests are."
"Are you shagging her?"
"That's none of your fucking business."
"If you hurt her Harry we will come after you."
"And do what, stick your tongues out at me?"
"Now Harry, that's not nice."
"Oh, and what do you clowns know about 'nice'."
"We know that we could hurt you Harry."
"Oh yea, Voldemort and all his Death Eaters couldn't touch me. So what makes you think that you jerks could?"
Bill Weasley reached for his wand. Pointing it at Harry, he scowled and said, "Watch it Potter. We mean what we say."
A smile crossed Harry's lips. "How would you boys like to see a demonstration of my wandless magic. It was good enough to take out Voldemort."
Bill slowly returned his wand to it's holster. "We don't want a fight Harry."
"We just don't want to see her hurt, Harry."
"We love our sister Harry. Please don't do anything to hurt her."
"Well now, that's the first real sentiment I've heard tonight. Listen up, guys. I think the world of Ginny. I adore her. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm not stupid. I know what I have, and I will do nothing to jeopardize how she feels about me. We are probably going to be together for a very long time. So get used to it. Now if that's all, I'm going in for desert."
Five of Ginny's brothers slinked back to the house and slammed the door behind them.
"You had fun doing that, Harry, didn't you," commented Ron.
"Yea, I did." Harry laughed. "Did you like that bit about my wandless magic? Notice I didn't say 'handless magic'."
"Yea, that was cool, Harry. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. I thought Bill would shite his pants. But you know, they have a point."
"Yea, I know. But I was serious about what I said. I love her, Ron. I really do. And she says that she loves me. How could I ever do anything to destroy that?"
"Harry, I know you well enough to believe you, and I will support you on one condition."
"Ok, what?"
"That I be best man."
"Deal Ron. Get your dress robes ready."
End chapter twelve
